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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mull Historical Society
Mull Historical Society
Performer
Colin MacIntyre
Colin MacIntyre
Lead Vocals
Ken Thomson
Ken Thomson
Clarinet
Tony Soave
Tony Soave
Drums
Debbie Martin
Debbie Martin
Flute
Stuart Nisbet
Stuart Nisbet
Pedal Steel Guitar
Table Bay String Quartet
Table Bay String Quartet
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Colin MacIntyre
Colin MacIntyre
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin MacIntyre
Colin MacIntyre
Producer

Lyrics

Honey get the kids, honey sort the leeks Make sure that the barcodes match the receipts Honey there's a store, a new place in town They're selling new blades for my mower New blades for my mower It's funny how it pays, it's funny how it works When you follow the codes from Head Office alerts I read about a guy, he went walking away Just walking and turned himself over He turned himself over Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills And expects to feel alive? I've finally found, a new place in town They're selling new blades for my mower New blades for my mower And this is the last time That I'll sit with my mouth wide open And wait for the flies to come in From the grave of a grocer The grave of a grocer Honey I'm awake, honey I'm alive It's funny ha ha when I tickle your sides My neon's above, 24 hour love My carrots are frozen all over They're frozen all over Who tilts their head back and then swallows the pills And expects to feel alive? I've finally found, a new place in town It's funny I thought he looked older I thought he looked older And this is the last time That I'll sit with my mouth wide open And wait for the flies to come in From the grave of a grocer The grave of a grocer And I try to be a man And I try to be a man And I try to see the life inside of me And I tilt my head back and I swallow the pills I no longer feel alive Re-order the rolls, straighten the pies My prices are starting to lower They're starting to lower And this is the last time That I'll sit with my mouth wide open And wait for the flies to come in From the grave of a grocer The grave of a grocer My place in the sun and my house near the ocean My place in the sun and my house near the ocean Is fading away, it's fading away And I'll hand myself over I'll hand myself over I'm catching you up and I've picked up your gloves And I'm catching you up and I've picked up Your gloves And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking Your dogs And I'm catching you up and I've picked up Your gloves And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking Your dogs And I'm walking your dogs and I'm walking Your dogs
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